These guys were mean and hungry and their music was utterly viscous. The blood-thirsty dancers in attendance were disappointed only by their short set.
Big, mean, sharp, and are tighter and heavier than ever (not to mention louder). It’s always good to have them back, so catch them while it’s still so easy.
Notorious for their three ring vocal assault. With all the tuned low and mean crunch chords, the samples and scratches skim like flat rocks across a lake.
The bassist is a funk madman accompanied by hip-hop beats and DJ scratches. The two guitarists duel like Maiden, chug like Metallica. All members sing/yell.
The singer had the presence of Anthony of the Chili Peppers and a signature rant/rap. Amazingly tight for a band so young, without a demo to their name.